CHALLENGE: Seasons
PREFACE: Today we decided we'd do something different!! And it made us squirm and freak out like crazy. We each issued each other a 'challenge' where we told the other which genre, character(s), and setting had to be in a oneshot. We both were supposed to write the oneshot alone, without any input (even grammatically) with the other person. Therefore each style you see is individual to the person who wrote it--for that reason, we want to know who you think wrote which piece. Let us know. ^_^
Genres: Romance
Rating: Heavy R
Pairing: Nao/Saga
Summary: Often times our perception of what we need is clouded by that which we want.
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Spring…
Of my life. Of my day, of my week. Of my very existence. I just didn’t know; not until today. Today I realized I was chasing the end of a rainbow and somehow I passed its end only to discover that, at some point, I had lost sight of the goal. The point. I lost sight of the point. The trouble is, when I looked back the rainbow was gone and therefore my guide was gone. The path that led me to my destination was absent.
I was lost.
But that’s when he was there, to guide me - like spring showers that draw new buds from the trees and fresh grass from the ground. There’s solace in the birth of all things natural and that’s what it was like the first time he touched my hand. I knew, before our fingertips connected, that I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to have him. I wanted him.
That was how spring bled into…
Summer…
I didn’t ask him there and he didn’t offer but somehow, just like when my direction was missing, he was there. And similarly to familiar sunny summer days he was hot; as was I. I can still feel his breath in the back of my throat, despite the icy chill around me now, and my arousal answering his as he buried deeply in me. We didn’t waste our tongues or breath on words.
I knew, prior to today, he was attracted to me. I had no idea the depths to which that attraction went until we were bare; save the thin sheen of sweat across our bodies as we worked against one another in succinct harmony. We were both slick from the perspiration and despite the inclement weather beyond my window our bodies, tied up in my sheets, were on fire.
I could feel his heart beat against my chest feverishly and the thuds only quickened when I took his hand and wrapped it around me, guiding him, so he worked my shaft at the same speed with which he slipped in and out of me. It was the sort of first blush romance that made butterflies dance against my stomach where all the torrid blood had pooled in me.
I wanted nothing more than sweet release and to offer him the same pleasant liberation that I finally parted my lips and begged for. He obliged.
Our temperatures faded as he dismounted me but didn’t slip far away, like the last bits of summer fading to…
Autumn…
The soft twilight we’d found ourselves in captured me and before I knew it I was deep in dreams. My breaths were regular and light, I could feel them slowing to a hymn of his very presence; shocking reverent worship I’d found. I had no idea that I could feel this way - I simply had no concept of the fact that I was attracted to him; not, at least, until I was beyond what was keeping me from seeing him.
It was then, in the slowly fading sun of the summer of my heart, that I considered him. I had been in such rapture of my own longing and desires that I seemed to have overlooked his own emotional attachment or lack thereof. My dreams were what showed me that I might have given my heart prematurely as the were plagued with my former pot of gold.
The scorching heat of our bodies died and the sweat across my brow dried. I could feel my bangs sticking to my forehead that was pressed against his. I was unwilling to let go. My fingers dug into his naked side and my body pressed harder against him.
I was clinging, just like the last days before…
Winter…
Much like the weather now, I feel frigid. My feet are as naked as my body was moments before. In one day, a single course of sun up to sun down, my heart experienced every season possible and I’m starting to wonder how long winter can possibly last.
The air was cold against the fabric of my shirt and I recalled momentarily how it had steadily been getting colder by the days leading up to this one; likewise it seemed like rain was the only sort of precipitation to crash around us. The streets were slick, like our bodies had been only instead of passion they were drenched with rain water.
I was lost.
Now I’m found. And rather than being astray presently I simply felt estranged.
“Nao…” My voice trembled against the chill in the wind itself, the shiver that raced up my spine wasn’t exclusive to the cold and certainly encompassed the chill my soul was feeling.
“Go back inside Saga.”
I watched him. Befuddled, confused, bemused…estranged ebbed back into lost. “I…”
He had turned away from me, sick of my appearance or perhaps the sound of my voice. There was a chance he was annoyed by my begging. I was somewhat disgusted by the tone of my words, the bewilderment and the pleading in them, which I couldn’t dismiss. It was likely that it was fixed to my tone because it was situated firmly in my soul. I had no idea how we went from passion fueled by desire, which I didn’t mistake as I could still feel his tongue against mine and his body flush with mine as he took me without a second guess, to nearly no better than strangers.
He seemed to answer my thoughts, my disorientation, as he snapped back to me. I wanted nothing more than to hear him laugh. There was a time I found it uncomfortable, nearly scathing, but that had been long ago; now I wished he’d just smile enough so his eyes disappeared in his face and his distinct giggle echo in the open alley behind my apartment building. I just knew it could carry there back and forth, reverberate off the walls if he would just give me one - just one laugh.
However I knew that wouldn’t be the case when his eye caught mine and he looked unnecessarily hurt. My confounded mystification skyrocketed and I found myself unable to blink. I opened my mouth but he beat me to it. “Pick me.”
I went still. If my lips hadn’t fused together I would have asked what he was talking about, but I was more than struck dumb with his words.
“Pick me…Saga…please, pick me.” He took a step nearer and I felt my throat close up. When he came closer I could see dots of white in his hair, across his shoulders and on the front of his shirt. They were gathering with speed and intensity. My eyes fluttered upward. The rain, which had seemed never ending, turned to snow, speckling my lover with freckles of winter’s mantle.
He must have taken my silence inappropriately because he moved closer still and started to speak again, lifting the fog of my confusion. “You speak in your sleep. He doesn’t want you. I know he doesn’t. But I do. Tora…he…he doesn’t appreciate you for who you are, for what you are. It’s not just about your bass and my drums and my constant joking that we understand each other because we keep rhythm. We really do - not just in our profession but in our life. In our emotional creed. We…get each other. I know you want him. But…” he drew up, sucking in a deep breath, “I don’t really have a reason, not a good one; but, just, pick me. I want you. I would appreciate you.” He added quietly.
I was momentarily baffled, as if I’d been struck with a led cannon ball which landed firmly in my gut and knocked all the wind from me. My proverbial wind took full minutes to recover as I gasped for breath and snow began to pile around us in neat fluffy heaps.
Tora had been the end of the rainbow. Yesterday I would have agreed with Nao. Yesterday Nao would not have been the subject of my affection. However, today - a day passed the rainbow, when my direction was skewed and I saw the road for what it really was, the journey that led me to Nao was my blind adoration for Tora; Nao was the subject. He was not the unattainable end that was nothing more than a fantasy made into a goal which was placed there for sport. Nao - he was my spring.
I couldn’t vocalize my thoughts, I couldn’t find my voice at all. It was as if the whole thing that made words was chased off and I was left with no mode of communication; therefore I closed the distance between us in a final effort express what I couldn’t say. He was shorter than me by mere inches but it didn’t feel like anything kept us from being equals when I felt his lips welcome mine. The kiss we shared matched the level of passion I’d felt earlier that night. It was merely a reminder that, though my words couldn’t say it, I had picked him.
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A/N: I was tasked with writing a Nao fic and Saga was supposed to make an appearance. Romance was given to me as the genre and outside in the snow was the location. Of course I was excited to receive this challenge and eager to see what I could do with it. I was told it didn’t have to be Nao/Saga pairing nor did it have to have any …er… dirty parts (but I like them ^_^ for this piece) however it all seemed to fit when I put it together.
The only thing I knew going in was that Nao was going to ask Saga to pick him (we both ship Tora/Saga for the most part) so I had to wrap my head around someone else with Saga and this was my own dealing with that. Aside from that I sort of like Saga and Nao. They’re cute. This was…interesting. My only wish is that my writing compadre could edit it and fluff it as we always do for each other. It feels…empty without her input. I hope you liked it. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
Genres: Romance
Rating: Heavy R
Pairing: Nao/Saga
Summary: Often times our perception of what we need is clouded by that which we want.
_____________________________
Spring…
Of my life. Of my day, of my week. Of my very existence. I just didn’t know; not until today. Today I realized I was chasing the end of a rainbow and somehow I passed its end only to discover that, at some point, I had lost sight of the goal. The point. I lost sight of the point. The trouble is, when I looked back the rainbow was gone and therefore my guide was gone. The path that led me to my destination was absent.
I was lost.
But that’s when he was there, to guide me - like spring showers that draw new buds from the trees and fresh grass from the ground. There’s solace in the birth of all things natural and that’s what it was like the first time he touched my hand. I knew, before our fingertips connected, that I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to have him. I wanted him.
That was how spring bled into…
Summer…
I didn’t ask him there and he didn’t offer but somehow, just like when my direction was missing, he was there. And similarly to familiar sunny summer days he was hot; as was I. I can still feel his breath in the back of my throat, despite the icy chill around me now, and my arousal answering his as he buried deeply in me. We didn’t waste our tongues or breath on words.
I knew, prior to today, he was attracted to me. I had no idea the depths to which that attraction went until we were bare; save the thin sheen of sweat across our bodies as we worked against one another in succinct harmony. We were both slick from the perspiration and despite the inclement weather beyond my window our bodies, tied up in my sheets, were on fire.
I could feel his heart beat against my chest feverishly and the thuds only quickened when I took his hand and wrapped it around me, guiding him, so he worked my shaft at the same speed with which he slipped in and out of me. It was the sort of first blush romance that made butterflies dance against my stomach where all the torrid blood had pooled in me.
I wanted nothing more than sweet release and to offer him the same pleasant liberation that I finally parted my lips and begged for. He obliged.
Our temperatures faded as he dismounted me but didn’t slip far away, like the last bits of summer fading to…
Autumn…
The soft twilight we’d found ourselves in captured me and before I knew it I was deep in dreams. My breaths were regular and light, I could feel them slowing to a hymn of his very presence; shocking reverent worship I’d found. I had no idea that I could feel this way - I simply had no concept of the fact that I was attracted to him; not, at least, until I was beyond what was keeping me from seeing him.
It was then, in the slowly fading sun of the summer of my heart, that I considered him. I had been in such rapture of my own longing and desires that I seemed to have overlooked his own emotional attachment or lack thereof. My dreams were what showed me that I might have given my heart prematurely as the were plagued with my former pot of gold.
The scorching heat of our bodies died and the sweat across my brow dried. I could feel my bangs sticking to my forehead that was pressed against his. I was unwilling to let go. My fingers dug into his naked side and my body pressed harder against him.
I was clinging, just like the last days before…
Winter…
Much like the weather now, I feel frigid. My feet are as naked as my body was moments before. In one day, a single course of sun up to sun down, my heart experienced every season possible and I’m starting to wonder how long winter can possibly last.
The air was cold against the fabric of my shirt and I recalled momentarily how it had steadily been getting colder by the days leading up to this one; likewise it seemed like rain was the only sort of precipitation to crash around us. The streets were slick, like our bodies had been only instead of passion they were drenched with rain water.
I was lost.
Now I’m found. And rather than being astray presently I simply felt estranged.
“Nao…” My voice trembled against the chill in the wind itself, the shiver that raced up my spine wasn’t exclusive to the cold and certainly encompassed the chill my soul was feeling.
“Go back inside Saga.”
I watched him. Befuddled, confused, bemused…estranged ebbed back into lost. “I…”
He had turned away from me, sick of my appearance or perhaps the sound of my voice. There was a chance he was annoyed by my begging. I was somewhat disgusted by the tone of my words, the bewilderment and the pleading in them, which I couldn’t dismiss. It was likely that it was fixed to my tone because it was situated firmly in my soul. I had no idea how we went from passion fueled by desire, which I didn’t mistake as I could still feel his tongue against mine and his body flush with mine as he took me without a second guess, to nearly no better than strangers.
He seemed to answer my thoughts, my disorientation, as he snapped back to me. I wanted nothing more than to hear him laugh. There was a time I found it uncomfortable, nearly scathing, but that had been long ago; now I wished he’d just smile enough so his eyes disappeared in his face and his distinct giggle echo in the open alley behind my apartment building. I just knew it could carry there back and forth, reverberate off the walls if he would just give me one - just one laugh.
However I knew that wouldn’t be the case when his eye caught mine and he looked unnecessarily hurt. My confounded mystification skyrocketed and I found myself unable to blink. I opened my mouth but he beat me to it. “Pick me.”
I went still. If my lips hadn’t fused together I would have asked what he was talking about, but I was more than struck dumb with his words.
“Pick me…Saga…please, pick me.” He took a step nearer and I felt my throat close up. When he came closer I could see dots of white in his hair, across his shoulders and on the front of his shirt. They were gathering with speed and intensity. My eyes fluttered upward. The rain, which had seemed never ending, turned to snow, speckling my lover with freckles of winter’s mantle.
He must have taken my silence inappropriately because he moved closer still and started to speak again, lifting the fog of my confusion. “You speak in your sleep. He doesn’t want you. I know he doesn’t. But I do. Tora…he…he doesn’t appreciate you for who you are, for what you are. It’s not just about your bass and my drums and my constant joking that we understand each other because we keep rhythm. We really do - not just in our profession but in our life. In our emotional creed. We…get each other. I know you want him. But…” he drew up, sucking in a deep breath, “I don’t really have a reason, not a good one; but, just, pick me. I want you. I would appreciate you.” He added quietly.
I was momentarily baffled, as if I’d been struck with a led cannon ball which landed firmly in my gut and knocked all the wind from me. My proverbial wind took full minutes to recover as I gasped for breath and snow began to pile around us in neat fluffy heaps.
Tora had been the end of the rainbow. Yesterday I would have agreed with Nao. Yesterday Nao would not have been the subject of my affection. However, today - a day passed the rainbow, when my direction was skewed and I saw the road for what it really was, the journey that led me to Nao was my blind adoration for Tora; Nao was the subject. He was not the unattainable end that was nothing more than a fantasy made into a goal which was placed there for sport. Nao - he was my spring.
I couldn’t vocalize my thoughts, I couldn’t find my voice at all. It was as if the whole thing that made words was chased off and I was left with no mode of communication; therefore I closed the distance between us in a final effort express what I couldn’t say. He was shorter than me by mere inches but it didn’t feel like anything kept us from being equals when I felt his lips welcome mine. The kiss we shared matched the level of passion I’d felt earlier that night. It was merely a reminder that, though my words couldn’t say it, I had picked him.
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A/N: I was tasked with writing a Nao fic and Saga was supposed to make an appearance. Romance was given to me as the genre and outside in the snow was the location. Of course I was excited to receive this challenge and eager to see what I could do with it. I was told it didn’t have to be Nao/Saga pairing nor did it have to have any …er… dirty parts (but I like them ^_^ for this piece) however it all seemed to fit when I put it together.
The only thing I knew going in was that Nao was going to ask Saga to pick him (we both ship Tora/Saga for the most part) so I had to wrap my head around someone else with Saga and this was my own dealing with that. Aside from that I sort of like Saga and Nao. They’re cute. This was…interesting. My only wish is that my writing compadre could edit it and fluff it as we always do for each other. It feels…empty without her input. I hope you liked it. Thank you for taking the time to read it.